Eighteen ➵ z.m. [Camp NaNoWriMo November 2015]

<13> I'm kind-of with Zayn now

"To be honest I wasn't expecting you to call today," I admit, checking in the mirror to ensure all of my makeup was intact.

Harry had called me less than an hour ago, bored out of his mind and wanting to hang out. I wasn't doing anything (aside from moping about how hard my life was, that is) and was eager to get out of the house. He offered to pick me up in front of my apartment complex, and I only had a limited amount of time to change out of my pj's and into suitable attire.

Harry chuckles. "Why not?"

I mull over his question, before answering. "You seem like the type to wait a couple of weeks to call a girl after a date."

For some reason or another I keep getting a player type vibe from Harry. I wasn't sure if my suspicion was justified or not, but I was generally a good judge of character.

"Did you consider stopping by my office, unannounced,  for lunch and Netflix a date?" Harry asks, keeping his eyes on the road. Although his voice sounded steady, a smirk was imprinted into his mouth.

"Definitely not," I respond without missing a beat. "I'm kind-of with Zayn now."

My confession instantly sparked interest within Harry, who seemed quite amused with the wording of my statement.

"Kind-of?" Harry challenges. Up to this point Harry had been doing a great job with keeping his eyes focused on the road, but my statement caused his gaze to travel in my general direction.

Describing Zayn and I's relationship was a hard thing to do, as it was pretty much none existent. However after I kissed Zayn the other day, everything had changed. I'm not sure how as we haven't talked since then aside from the exchange of a couple text messages.

"We're in a weird place right now. I know how he feels about me, and he knows I feel about him; but neither one of us as done anything about it yet, so technically we're just friends," I say in an attempt to explain myself.

Harry didn't offer his opinion on the subject at hand like I expected him to, and I was grateful. A lot of the time I didn't need someone to tell me what they thought, but rather just listen. My confession didn't ruin the mood, rather it provided some time for us each to reflex in what I thought to be a comfortable silence.

"Will the mall suffice for lunch?" Harry questions.

There was a Chick-Fil-A in the mall, and I had absolutely no qualms about eating there for lunch. I also was interested in going to the mall because there was a couple of stores that I wanted to drop by.

Tanner had left an envelop full of money on my couch that went unseen by me until the day after he made his interrupt departure. He left a note, but it only consisted of three words, however I could read between the lines and instantly knew that there was more to the story. Nonetheless I planned to spend the more than generous amount of money on some furniture for my apartment and perhaps an outfit or two.

Parking was horrendous as it was noon on a Friday. Because of this Harry was forced to park way in the back where there were parking spaces available. Normally I wouldn't mind the walk, but today it was usually humid outside.

Nonetheless we continued to walk on the uneven pavement and into the building making small talk. By the time, Harry and I were seated in the crowed food court I had already convinced him to help me pick out some pieces for my apartment.

However Harry's promise was in vain, as he wasn't doing a very good job at helping me out.

"What do you think about these curtains?" I ask. They were a crisp white color that I adored because of the cleanliness and modern feel they would give my apartment. However the curtains were white and would get dirty fairly easy.